My Dream to Become a World Class Painter
2018-03-23
It was a while back, yeah, quite a long while, when Internet was something non-existing even in our wildest dreams.Having read a notice in a trade magazine of fine arts calling for paiting works to be exhibited and evaluated for award, I began my strenuous painting of copying a masterpiece and lasted for many days and nights. On completion, I loved my work so much as if it was my son and that I was reluctant to send it to the organizer. However, knowing that if I did not make this known to the world by sending it to the event organizer I would lose the opportunity to become a celebrity, I decided to hand over my blood "son" to a stranger institution that was far far away from my home.
The big problem was money to cover the expense for delivering. The finished painting was a huge one, my father and I carried it framed out of the room I lived in and downstairs onto a tricycle we hired from the street. It was quite a scene and amazed all onlookers because nobody in that neighborhood consisting of poor and working class people had never seen such nice things before with their own eyes. It also took great troubles in handling it in the post office, the only channel that this great work might be sent out of the city. I still remembered very well and still feel guilty till today the distorted expression on the face of my parents when they had to give out to the post officer a few bank notes that I knew it was an amount more than the monthly expense for a family of six.
I was confident I would get an award due to my confidence on my skills or for no reason at all or it was simply the natural reaction of a dreamer. I might have become a Leonardo Da Vinci or got a little richer if everything had been as it was expected, but I never got any response whatever and it is a pity up till now I still have no idea where my work is.
It is a pain, and most probably a permanent pain to me.
And if you happen to have seen this picture or know where it is, please let me know or ask the owner to return it to me.
Thanks for your comment. Your guess is no different from mine. A good work lives forever as long as it still exists in the world and in the hands of the people who know it. My fear is that somebody may have made ill-got fortune from my toil and that it is destroyed.
It looks like a good painting. Sorry to hear your sad story but on the bright side you seem like a pretty good painter. Just paint yourself up a new son. And don't get down about not hearing back - maybe the painting was lost in the mail or the judges were $%$%s.
P.S. The picutre above shows the painting of mine in the background, as you can see it is quite a big size. The person carrying a dog can be ignored at the moment.
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